Quarantine Deux..

Fundamentally it is our own basic thoughts that possess truth and life, for only these do we really understand through and through. The thoughts that we have read are crumbs from another's table, the cast-off clothes of an unfamiliar guest.

~Arthur Schopenhauer, On thinking for yourself, Essays and Aphorisms

Come September, as before, we go on exile to check the hypotheses. Ofcourse, as you all know, I am a sick man ...I am a spiteful man.

Skip James' gem...

1966 version of Devil got my woman. Unfortunately, not the 1931 version.
Anyway, Music, without such, life is a mistake.

20 consonant poetry..

my zen lovers,
we go to dhaka quay

boxpay

joycafe.



Here for more.

Urban Moods

~Dublin, between inebriation and romance

William Shatner's Dog..

Boy next door Stephen Fretwell has released Man on the Roof last week which is a nice cross between dylanesque and damien ricey music. You could visit him here, watch videos, listen to featured songs and also sign up for a free download of the song What, which you would find very strummable if you are a guitar player.

Btw: William Shatner's dog is a title of a song.

Mclaren Fine...

And this is how sports should be run. A punishment married to a warning.

Paradigm...

Thinking of you Alex,
this noon, I let the world
pass between
my sips of cappuccino;

How,
you would have disapproved
drinking cappuccino
later in the day.

Perhaps this is

Exactly at the moment when
you are composing a mail

about how
wonderfully free it feels
to hang by the Bandra fast local.



There is a woman next table
with a man; perhaps early days of
courtship or
an affair. I cant be sure.

she says to him: 8800
isn’t
as user friendly as 8820.

Blackberry obviously.



Perhaps

This is what it is.

Living.

A single template folded
into different unique shapes and
forms.

Infinitely.

You see. He was right.


Bloody Borges.

Inkyfeet..

All the travel journals that need to be edited, bawdlerized and electonicized.

8 Randoms

Well, Long overdue.Eight random things about yours truly, I'm sure the greeks had a word for them.

1. If I am doing something that I like, I can go sleepless and foodless for days together. The last time I did it was when watching Truffaut collection for 2 nights non stop in a movie club. The longest I have done is 15 days at a stretch. Was young then. But I still can do incorrigible tasks, ergo my popularity during crises.


2. Like most of my friends I hated technology for a long long time. We resisted buying our own mobiles quite late in our lives. But it seems technology had the last laugh. Now I am surrounded by gadgets on all sides. Apart from endless dozens of gadgets I have four laptops and three mobile phones(work n personal). Ridiculous.


3. For all the talk I am quite valueless. Which makes me unbelievably adaptable and flexible. I think mom identified it long back. I had laughed it off when she had told me I could survive any place or premise as far back as 12. But I have come to realise that is true.

4. I am easily attracted to older women because they are more intelligent and expend the inanity. I like the innocence and believability of younger women. But sadly I cant come to associate myself with them. As a principle I rule out anyone less than 22, and it is the women over 35 who tend to be really, women.

5. I can read people reasonably quick. Strengths and weaknesses. Sometimes I wish I couldn’t.
Since there is always something on my mind, it would take about six continuous months for people to say that they have known me.

6. I have a sharp, crookedly dry sense of humour. Grating almost. God save me, no you.

7. I got the perfect long stroke handwriting taught by my mom and a teacher polished it further. It so became a part of my identity that I was fed up of it. Now I have 27 versions of handwriting.

8. I can understand perspectives effortlessly, so it is easy for me not to hate anyone, but I get easily angry when people pretend to talk about something as if they know everything about it. When all they know is gammon and free cocktails. Classical examples would be Indian journalists/copy editors writing movie reviews when they cant even look someone in the eye for a few seconds while talking(close up/deep focus real time shots) or when they haven’t even held a DV camera in their hands. Talk Talk. I hate that. Probably that's the only thing I hate.

Cinema children...

Byproduct of a movie conversation….

7 must watch movies on childhood, in this particular order…

~Les quatre cents coups, (400 blows)
François Truffaut, France


~Nuovo cinema Paradiso
Giuseppe Tornatore, Italy

~Pather Panchali (The song of the road)
Satyajit ray, India

~Zamani barayé masti asbha (The time for the Drunken horses)
Bahman Ghobadi, Iran


~Mitt liv som hund (My life as a dog)
Lasse Hallström, Sweden


~Fanny och Alexander (Fanny and Alexander)
Ingmar Bergman, Sweden


~Ivanovo detstvo (Ivan’s childhood)
Andrei Tarkovsky, Russia

The latter two are not exclusively childhood movies, but still make for child centred cinema.